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think I'm through, no, not even close to
Even my clothes too, no sweat, bout to hit the new groove with the same music
Just for the hell of it, to feel
to be music that did it
But then again times have changed man, who are we kiddin'?
I'm managed by my friends that I grew up with
I'd rather give that
you
Man's been shotting 4s from back in
The day like President T
Frisco's back in your face
Sit down get back in your place
I'm back in the race shut ya
funk
Still gettin' down
Music won't have no race
Only space, peaceful space
Now it's time for the trip
Step inside my little ship
I can tell by
funk
Still gettin' down
Music won't have no race
Only space, peaceful space
Now it's time for the trip
Step inside my little ship
I can tell by
position so get back to where you came here from
I'm serious, my flow is sure to leave you in delirium
Delirious, delicious rhymes, so thank me if you're
by reputation
And then I realized I was already free
Victim advocacy and conflict resolution, here I come
Victim advocacy, I'm already trained
And I am
and desires,
right here, right now,
in this little section.
I have been in showbusiness
for 10 years and every time
I have to go back on the stage
I have this
one giant leap for mankind."
"It's a free concert from now on."
"We must be in Heaven, man"
"Four persons including two women were shot
really want is for you to be here too
The years go by so fast
I thought they would last
But now I'm dancing with
The Ghost of Christmas Past
quiver
Little breezes dusk and shiver
Thro’ the wave that runs for ever
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot.
Four grey walls, and four grey
aspens quiver,
Little breezes dusk and shiver
Thro' the wave that runs for ever
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot.
Four grey walls,
overhead,
Came two young lovers lately wed.
"I am half sick of shadows," said
The Lady Of Shalott.
A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,
He rode
quiver
Little breezes dusk and shiver
Thro’ the wave that runs for ever
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot.
Four grey walls, and four grey
different from the rest
Cuh I stay grinding four seasons
Workin till they say that I’m the best
Man I’m so blessed
God by my side, no time to be stressed
So I
. on Sundays, when to the court to get more time, came back with twelve-noon on Saturdays to five p.m. on Sundays, plus child support fought for a year, had him
On amp radio, about four years ago
Was "Paranoid"
Well thank you very much
Absolutely we're huge fans around here
Thank you, I appreciate that
Thanks
any advice
For other people
Trying to make music?
Nah, I'm just some
Idiot
From New Jersey
With zero
Success in music
Yeah
I know
But if you were
of the
Performances I’ve done since I’ve been
Out here and it comes from four
Would-be egomaniacs coming out and
Being forced to work together the best
Lighting guy
the station straight to Orange Julius
I brought a hot dog from who - George Drakoulias
M.C. for what I am and do
The A is for Adam and the lyrics, true
So
a Four-Tay
Dawn to the PM steppin to the AM so listen to what I'm sayin
Be a Mellow Man Masta Mix the Ace with the Spade
And when you race past the 3rd Bass
don't dog me anymore
I was here in the beginning and I'll be here 4ever more
Acknowledge me, I only want to be your friend
I can make you happy
heart that it wasn't right
And he knew that he needed to get away from it
Now I want you to also imagine, that at 17 years old
This child, okay, leaves
quiver
Little breezes dusk and shiver
Thro’ the wave that runs for ever
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot.
Four grey walls, and four grey
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